Let live and  lift my heart and soul,
Drowning in this fire of minor hope,
Never knowing when to stop or cry,
My endless search forever ever joy.

Crumbling heart of harden woe,
Beating with pretending pain,
Facing much in drifting wonder,
Keeping pace with life lived love.

Sure the embers burn so bright,
In my heading pace beginning,
Yet, I hold my heart in hand,
Giving much, but little surrender.

Knowing only those who try,
Ever living in a present mind,
Never ever releasing the dragon,
That silent burns in beating souls.

Up I go and upward ascending,
Looking where love dares to go,
Hoping some sweet, haunting lover,
Will hold my heart and head in hand.